#autistic will solace

[gothamsgirl]

nico trying to sleep:

will stimming and flapping his hands rocking the bed violently: AND THEN IN STARWARS THIS HAPPENS-

nico: will you’ve told me the plot to star wars 10 times today-

[1800-lemon-boy]

I’ve seen a few headcanons (especially in fics) that Will solace actually is naturally brunette but when he was claimed by Apollo his hair turned blonde (weither it’s over time due to sun bleaching or straight away).

And I just wanted to say I love this so much purely because of how heartbreaking some of the implications can be. 🤗

It’s never happened to any Apollo campers before, Will doesn’t know why it had to happen to him, his one sense of normalcy taken away so quickly, his one connection to his previous life- gone.

Will starts to pick up quite quickly he’s not like his other siblings, he’s can’t write and is average at archery. But he can heal, better than anyone else can.

He was different from the start, he was claimed differently, and his gift was different too.

And while still struggling with what to do, at the ripe age of 12 he’s now in charge of a cabin full of kids younger than him, because he was the oldest to survive.

Just imagine how the plague powers would also affect him. Apollo himself said that it seemed Will had gained all of his good qualities and none of his bad.

How would this 15 year old feel that the same hands that can heal can cause harm?

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[mediumgayitalian]

Nico sits by his cabin and watches.

He cannot help the frustrated little growl that comes out of his mouth, nor can he help his frustration at the frustration, and then some. He feels it bubbling in his stomach until it reaches just the right amount of pressure and it explodes across his insides, curling his hands into fists, gritting his teeth, forcing tears to burn hot behind his eyes. He shakes himself to rid him of it. It does not help.

Down a line of cabins, Will pauses at a windowsill.

Nico knows what has made him pause not necessarily because he can see that far but because, in fact, he knows exactly what is resting on the windowsill. Because, in fact, he put it there.

Because, in fact —

Well.

His face burns. He drops his chin onto his knee, scowling.

Because.

It is a rock. Anyway. It is stupid. It is not even that cool of a rock. It is a moderately sized limestone fossil he found in the lake. It has the muddled impression of a bunch of plants on it. He doesn’t even know what kind. You can barely even tell it’s a fossil. The naiads, when they had seen him holding it, scoffed. He nearly launched it back in only he didn’t want them to laugh, too.

“Shoulda left it in the fucking forest,” he hisses to himself. He’s angry. He’s — ashamed, he supposes, and he’s frustrated still, and all in all he’s just mad, and heat burns unpleasantly under his skin. He desperately fights the urge to shadow travel over to the almost-shadowless cabin and wrench the wretched thing away, launch it into the sea where it belongs. But he doesn’t, because he is too late, and Will has already seen.

He cocks his head.

He looks around as if he might find who left the gift. Or if he might find the recipient. But no — he is not looking for a recipient. And his hands reach out, slowly. And gently brush over the roughened outlines.

And he smiles.

It is a small, shy thing. Pleased. Crooked in the middle and showing the slightest hint of his snaggletooth. Nico has a flashing image of the shape of it next to the straight teeth surrounding it indenting pale skin until it is bruised and bleeding. His arm aches. He shivers. Will’s smile is small, still, and his sunset-bright eyes soften like skylight.

He puts his palm flat on the rock, now. It doesn’t quite cover it.

With his other hand he reaches into his bag. He pulls out a textbook, and drops it carelessly onto the ground. A bundle of herbs is quick to follow, and then another, and then a wrapped square of ambrosia. A water bottle.

A bone is next. Yellowed. Ulna. Sharpened, so one end is really a blade. Or, it’s conical, so more of an…impaler. A spike.

Nico left it on the roof earlier this morning because he chickened out of the porch.

Will holds it very gently.

He sets it on the windowsill, next to the fossil.

The rock.

And then he picks up the rock, and holds it for a minute. It is heavy. Nico knows. Dense, from the millions of years of matter inside of it and the terabytes of whispers it has pushed between particles. Secrets of the depths. Will holds it carefully, so carefully, and Nico imagines the ever-constant warmth from his large hands seeping into the porous rock. He imagines it sinking into its core and tingling. Like his stomach sings, now.

Perhaps more carefully than anything, Will slips the rock into his satchel. He situates it in the dead center of the pocket, and adjusts his weight to hold it. It bulkens the leather. Bends it awkwardly. But Will only traces the bowed edges of it with a bandaged finger (papercut — on the corner of an incident report. He had jumped, and then pouted. Slide his finger in between his lips, yanking it sheepishly and guiltily out a moment later. Shook his head chidingly. Mouthed, to himself: sepsis).

His hand glides over and hovers over the sharpened bone. There are sigils on the end of it. Opposite to the spike. They mean ‘accuracy’ and ‘protection’ and ‘darkness’ and ‘shadow’ and ‘summon’. Nico has drawn matching lines up his arm, under his sleeves. As Will’s palm wraps around them Nico’s arm burns. His breath shutters, and he curls into himself. Somewhat.

Will smiles that same small crooked smile and tucks the bone shard into his bag. And then —

And then.

And then: he looks up. Looks over.

Meets Nico’s eyes.

Nick panics. He scrambles away. Except he doesn’t and he is frozen where he sits with his tailbone to cold marble and his nails dug into his flesh and his eyes wider than oceans. Breathing quick. Breathing shallow.

Will smiles that same smile. He rocks back on his heel. He tugs on the shoulder strap of his satchel.

He waves.

It is shy. Head ducked and smile hopeful. He fidgets and bites his lip. He blinks, long, blond eyelashes catching the fading light and refracting it sparkling up to the heavens.

Nico holds his breath and waves back.

Will beams. There is no shyness here and Nico’s heart pounds. He can hear Will’s giggle right in his ear even though he can’t really and watches him touch his three middle fingers to the bottom of his mouth, move them deliberately down and outward. Watches his lips form: thank you! Feels his heart stutter and shake in his chest.

Smiles, himself.

Just a little.

[ashironie]

i need more autist4autist solangelo. you cannot LIE and tell me those bitches ain’t autistic as fuck

[unassumingcavegoblin]

my submission for @willsolaceweek day one! :D

[halfbloodallbitch]

Nico and Will are both autistic but like different ends of the spectrum

Nico makes excessive amounts of eye contact (it's one of the reasons people are creeped out as by him as it looks like he's just staring at them), Will tends to avoid eye contact (though will occasionally glance at people's eyes)

Nico is a no touching autistic, Will is a no personal space autistic (it's something he's been working on)

Nico tends to shutdown (though will have meltdowns on rare occasions), Will has meltdowns (and they can get really bad)

Nico likes to infodump about his special interests (and usually only has one or two at a time. Though he tends to only do this with his closest friends now a days), Will doesn't say much about his (he usually has quite a few and most he keeps for years if not for life)

Nico is sensory avoidant (but still likes to wear lots of layers), Will is sensory seeking (if you try to make him wear socks or anything that goes past his knees though he will not be able to talk)

Nico can't mask very well, Will can mask so well people often don't believe he's autistic

Nico was (is?) hyperverbal, Will was late learning to talk and sometimes has verbal shutdowns

Nico has high empathy, Will has low empathy for most people (though high empathy for his closest loved ones)

Nico can look after himself and is pretty independent (with his age taken into consideration) and is low support needs, Will needs a lot more help and will probably always need someone to look after/help him to some degree (he's somewhere around the medium support needs end of things)

[vixen-vibe]

I see people comparing solangelo to animals all the time

Golden retriever Will or Cat Nico, orange cat Will and Wet soggy rat Nico but because I'm not like other girls and I'm mentally unwell about these two so I have thought long and hard about different animals they would be

Will I don't know why but I feel like he could be represented as a Fox

Foxes are seen as pests and annoying but when you really think about them they just seem misunderstood people hunt them for sport and hurt them on purpose. Foxes also work well with other foxes and when you look closely you see how beautiful and great they are and see how they are just doing what they need to for survival.

Nico

I feel like he's definitely a crow and thought might be over rated as well but hear me out

Crows are viewed as scary and bad omens bringing death and harm with them so people tend to dislike crows they tend to stay away and prefer to scare the crows away but crows are very intelligent and they learn from things around them. Crows are great at adapting to their surroundings so they stay alive they also remember faces and hold grudges for a very long time that can last though generations. They also like shiny things and I think Nico would love anything shiny

[logolepsy-babble]

Nico, who’s autistic, going through overstimulation and not knowing how to accommodate. And Will, who is also autistic, knowing how to help him.

Then they both just chill in the med bay in silence to help with the overstimulation.